Sign from above

I was waiting for Paul today and looked up towards the treetops. I enjoy the interplay between the bright green leaves and the clear blue sky. The contrast makes me smile with joy. On this particular day, my eye caught a glimpse of something floating down. I positioned myself so the feather - black, tiny, feathery and fragile - would land straight in my hands held palm upwards. I felt its caress as it landed softly. Where did it come from? I can only surmise an angel dropped it as she was flying over our property.